The Mate He Hates

Alpha Edward’s POV

My feet got stuck to the ground as I stared at her while my heart pounded in my chest.

“What do you think you are doing?” I asked in fear and panic.

She chuckled bitterly and turned to me. “What does it look like I’m doing?” Her eyes were filled with pain, and I swallowed nervously.

“Stop it, Amanda, come down from there,” I urged in a frustrated tone.

“And why should I do that?” She responded with a scoff. “Dying is the only way I will be at rest.”

I shook my head, my palms sweating and my heart throbbing. I was so terrified that I didn’t know what to do.

“I killed your precious mate, so why don’t I die? That is the best solution to all this, isn’t it?” She smiled bitterly, and I shook my head in fear. A sudden burst of anxiety and panic filled my entire being, and I didn’t know how to explain it.

“Come down, Amanda,” I pleaded desperately. I couldn’t explain why I was begging her to get down; I couldn’t understand why I was so scared that my palms were sweating.

“I should get down?” She asked with a raised brow. “So you will inflict pain on me? No, Alpha Edward, death is far better than being alive.”

“No!” I begged and saw a victorious smile appear on her face.

“You’ve lost, Alpha Edward, you’ve lost your game,” she smiled and turned away from me. “Watch this, Alpha Edward…”

Before she could leap into the abyss beyond the window, I lunged forward with a speed I didn’t know I possessed, wrapping my arms around her just as her foot left the ledge. Our bodies collided with a force that knocked the breath from both of us, and we crashed back into the room in a whirlwind of chaos.

My heart pounded with tension as I held on to her with all my strength, refusing to let her slip away. Her eyes, wide with shock, met mine. “Let me go, Alpha Edward!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. “Let me end this!”

But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Not when I wanted her alive, not when the thought of her dying scared me so much. With every ounce of determination I possessed, I held on to her, my heart pounding in sync with hers.

Amanda struggled against my grip, her body thrashing with desperate urgency. “Please, Alpha Edward,” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. “Just let me go.”

She struggled more to free herself from my grip, which frustrated me and I had to make her lay on the floor with her back while I climbed on top of her and pinned both her hands above her head.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I won’t let you die, you hear me! You won’t die!” I yelled out my frustration while glancing into her tear-filled eyes.

“You have no right to die, Amanda. You are mine, and I am the only one who has the right to kill you. Apart from me, no one else has the right to take your life, not even you!” I spat out my frustration and fear.

Amanda sobbed loudly. “Just let me die; let’s end all this, please,” she pleaded, and I shook my head. There was no way I was letting her die; just the mere thought of that was clenching my heart.

“What do you stand to gain by keeping me alive? I killed your mate, so why don’t you just kill me and end all this…”

“Stop it!” I urged.

“I won’t! Just kill me!” She begged desperately. “Kill me and end all this.”

“I won’t,” I stated firmly.

She groaned and began struggling to free herself from my grip. “Stay firm,” I ordered, but she didn’t listen; instead, she kept struggling. “Just let me die, I want to die, I can’t be living such a life, why can’t you…”

Frustrated and impulsively, I leaned forward and slammed my lips against hers. At first, she struggled to break the kiss, but I didn’t let her. I kept forcing my way into her mouth, and after a few struggles, she opened her lips and let me in.

I kissed her roughly yet passionately, pouring out my fears, emotions, and frustrations into the kiss.

I felt her relax as she let me kiss her, and then I let go of her hands. My left hand went to her left breast, and I squeezed it, eliciting a low moan from her, which triggered me. I held on to the other breast and squeezed it, and again, she let out a moan between the kiss.

I let go of her breast, and with my left hand, I lifted her gown, and my hand traced her underwear. With a finger, I shifted her underwear, and my fingers traced her pussy.

The moment she felt my fingers at the entrance of her pussy, I felt her quivering, and she released a soft moan.

Deepening the kiss, I caressed the entrance of her pussy with a finger before slowly inserting a finger inside her. She gasped between the kiss, and I grinned. I stroked my finger inside her and added another finger before I began rubbing, making sure I was gentle with her.

She released soft moans between the kiss we were sharing. As I fingered her, my dick aroused in my pants, but I ignored it and continued kissing her while I pleasured her with my fingers.

She moaned as I felt her getting wetter on my fingers.

A throaty groan left my lips as I felt her wetness on my fingers. I wished to pull off my pants and fuck her; damn it, she was so wet, but I kicked against it.

We continued kissing while my fingers fondled inside her.

Realizing that she was running out of breath, I broke the kiss and went for her left breast. I sucked on her erect nipple, and she moaned louder. I felt her fingers in my hair as she moaned in pleasure.

Leaving her left nipple, I went for her right nipple and sucked on it while I played with the left nipple with my left hand.

While I pleasured her with my right fingers, I sucked on her left nipple and rubbed her right nipple.

I felt her squirting as she moaned loudly while releasing on my fingers. Feeling satisfied, I pulled out my fingers from her wet pussy and then let go of her nipples.

With labored breath, we stared at each other.

Looking into her eyes, I could see confusion and desire for me in her eyes. I held her gaze, and the desire to kiss her enveloped me, but I held back and kept staring into her eyes.

As I stared at her, I couldn’t explain what was happening to me. I couldn’t understand why I was so scared of losing her. The thought of her dying scared the hell out of me. Here was the lady who killed my mate; I was supposed to kill her, torture her, and inflict nothing but pain on her, but here I was, lustfully staring into her eyes.

We continued staring at each other as if we were mesmerized by each other’s gaze until suddenly the door of the room opened, and I had to break eye contact with her and look at the door to see who was coming in. Looking at the door, I realized it was a female maid walking in.

“Goodness, apologies, alpha,” she lowered her head to the ground as she dashed out of the room and shut the door.

Grunting, I looked back at Amanda, who had a blank expression in her eyes. As I stared back at her, I couldn’t explain why I was being pulled by her when I was supposed to hate her. Realizing what I was doing, I grunted and moved away from her. Getting up, I arranged myself and noticed the bulge in my pants. Ignoring it, I looked back at Amanda, sitting on the floor, her eyes away.

Silence hung in the air as I didn’t know what to say or how to react. We remained silent for a long time until I composed myself and decided to speak. “This should not repeat itself,” I warned, referring to her trying to kill herself.

She didn’t say a word or look my way. I grunted out my frustration and ran a hand through my hair. I was confused and didn’t know what else to say.

Another moment of silence hung in the air until an idea came to my thoughts. “Come with me,” I ordered. Without saying a word, she slowly got up. I glanced at her one more time before leaving the room, while she followed me.

We left the room, and I led the way to the kitchen while she trailed. Reaching the kitchen, I met with the head maid, who bowed.

“Greetings, alpha,” she greeted with her head bowed.

“This is Amanda. She will work as a palace maid and also as my maid. Make sure your eyes are always on her,” I instructed the head maid, who nodded obediently.

I turned to Amanda and glanced at her as she seemed confused by my new decision. “You are to work as a maid here. If you think of doing something stupid like trying to escape or kill yourself, then be sure to see the beast in me,” I threatened and saw her gulp.

I turned to the head maid. “Keep a close eye on her,” I instructed before leaving the kitchen.

Returning to my private chambers, I slumped onto the couch and shut my eyes. Memories of what happened a moment ago replayed in my head, causing me to question myself. I couldn’t explain why I got so scared and panicked when I saw her trying to jump out of the window. There was a sudden sensation of fear that gripped me, something I hadn’t felt before. Something doesn’t feel right, and perhaps I should stay away from her for a couple of days to clear my head.